Old Habits/New Charge Sheets

I just wanted to get from ‘A to B’
… but, you know how it is, mate…
FUCKING MAYHEM!!!
Hood-up before leaving premises
via the side-entrance…
three Council Estate Sections
(they’re starting to ‘Ungroup’ us)
and that dodgy Gang Subway
… where the Initiates
ching the fuck out of strangers
to earn ‘doorsteps’ into the Firm.
Then… as soon as I Main Drag it
… someone’s cousin? or uncle?
or something insane, who’s related
to a geezer who got group-bashed
a couple of Seasons past…
recognized me as being there,
not involved, but in the vicinity.
He’s not ‘asking’ he’s ‘telling’
… wrong day and time, innit…
I’m off-mood, only half-cut, yeah,
and the bomb I swallowed earlier
kicked-the-fuck-in 5 minutes ago.
We dented the side of a black cab
in the ensuing pavement scuffle
… unconsciously terrorizing
eighteen (so far) nosy witnesses
… they’ll love that in Court…
and the destruction of a litter bin.
The Desk Sargent’s hy-ster-ical
whilst bagging my Property…
coz I’m proper speeding by now,
nattering to meself like a nutter
about how I was only on my way
to sort out a fine at the Magistrates
which I’ve been s-t-a-g-g-e-r-i-n-g.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ published by Close To The Bone Publishing is available to purchase right here Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.